If Seuss Slashed
(c) 2001 Jen Collins

Author: Jen Collins
Date: April 15, 2001, 12:15 A.M. Pacific
Fandom: X-Files
Pairing: M/K, Sk/Krsh
My only Anniversary Entry (assuming I meet the deadline)
Summary: The Title kinda says it all...doesn't it? : Category: Snippett 1k words or less (yeah, NP! =D )
Rating: PG13 implied m/m and implied m/m
Status: done
Spoilers: No episodes,
Archive: Okay to DitB and Slashing Mulder
Feedback: Constructive Criticism is always welcome and well-cared for at or dst3k@mindspring.com
Series/Sequel: nope
Beta: none
Disclaimer: All characters you recognize are owned by Chris Carter 1013 and the FBN

Kersh woke, sat up in his bed, the movement causing the pompom of his nightcap to whack him right in the nose. Two steely eyes crossed in their effort to *see* what it was that popped him in his sensitive schnoz~no matter *how* gently~an attack was an attack; and for a brief second, the Director felt the faintest hint of chagrin. He squashed *that* down quickly with a huge helping of indignation upon the realization that he was in a pair of decidedly striped p.j.s, on a physically impossible bed that appeared to be soundlessly hovering...well...nowhere in particular (except that it was hovering a good foot above the ground; or what passed as the ground in a two-dimentional universe. If his circumstances weren't peculiar enough, along came a hotdoggin' skateboarder; built like a brick shit-house, bald as a poolball and nekkid other than a strategically placed piece of poster-board. The big, buff guy flashed a mile-long smile and as he did, Kersh could have *sworn* he saw a sparkle twirl and flash around one of the shiningest of the shining white teeth. Kersh saw that the poster-board not only functioned as a cover-up for the big guy's wobbly parts, but also served as a sign. Squinting, he could barely read as the skateboarder went flaming by. The sign read:

I'm Skinman

Kersh barely had time to roll his eyes back into his head to display his comtempt; when from the *very same direction from which he'd come*, A.D. Skinner, still quite naked aside from his sign skidded to a stop in front of him. While with every fibre of his being; the last thing on this earth that Kersh wanted to do was to read the sign that served as the Assistant Director's...errr...loincloth?, his mind supplied helpfully~he could no more *not* glance down to read the sign than he could stop breathing. Kersh's eye's widened and his heart banged dangerously hard within his chest cavity when he saw that during the brief two seconds that the A.D. had been out of sight, he had managed to cover an incredibly long distance in a relatively short time *and* he had changed signs entirely. This One read:

Skinman I'aM

The A.D. flashed another white grin at the bossman and skated away. Kersh watched his pretty butt muscles work and scowled. "Skinman I'aM, Skinman I'aM, I don't like that Skinman I'aM."

"Do you like Mulder and his One-Armed Man?" Skinman whispered over Kersh's shoulder so suddenly-and it was most likely the realization that the Skinman *remained* buck naked that caused Kersh to utter that little girly-scream....

*sometime later*

"oooo, yeah baby, I'd love him with a Fox,"

"What about in a Box?"

"Is that a trick question???"

kanyets.... =)


Jen (who got held up counting words and still isn't sure how many words are in this fic. =(
"Strength and Honor" - Maximus Decimus Meridius

Archived: April 21, 2001